What a difference a week can make. (Technically more than a week since that post.) I am more calm. I am more relaxed. I have less anger. And less emotional instability. It is still early, this I know, but there is a hope within me that has been lit anew. A flickering candle that I know can grow into a fire (the good kind) in my soul, if given the right kindling.
A month ago I was on the edge. Self-doubt and disappointment crumbling the ground beneath me. Fatigue, beating me down. All of it snuffing out my flame. Making me feel like a failure.
But I am not a failure. I am a warrior. I am a mother. And I am doing a good job.
These thoughts, these beliefs, they surround me. A layer of protection against myself. And with that, I gather the girls to feel summer on our cheeks. To run around outside, our bare toes in the grass.
xo.
Christine
You sound good. I'm glad to read this. So, SO glad. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. It feel so so good. :)
Deletecompletely understand. I too suffer from depression. :(
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear that. It can be so hard sometimes!
DeleteThis is lovely, Christine. I can relate on so many levels. I found you thru Just Write and I look forward to reading more.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much and welcome!
DeleteI get this, it resonates. Sometimes just starting the day with an "I've got this, I'm awesome" helps. We all do what we can. Glad you're coming back around.
ReplyDeleteYes, remembering that we do what we can, and some days that's better than others, is so important to remember.
Deletei struggle with failure and stress. I think I need to reread this a few times when I get down on myself
ReplyDeleteFailure and stress are so hard. (Try to be nice to yourself. But I know how hard that can be sometimes.) You are a warrior too!
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